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When I think country, I think of them boys Cowboy boots and their big boy toys There's plenty of Levi jeans Walking round town with a pocket Skoal ring Yeah, honey, hey that's my type 'Cause country boys know what a country girl likes So it's funny, that he walked in looking the opposite He may not be from Amarillo in a cowboy hat He's never been to Nashville, I can change that Muddin' in the country, his car would never make it back Oh he may not drive a Chevy on four wide tires But oh that boy he drives me wild He may not listen to old King George Still pulls me out on the dance floor I ain't wishing for that southern charm When that man's on my arm He may not be from Amarillo in a cowboy hat He's never been to Nashville, I can change that Muddin' in the country, his car would never make it back Oh he may not drive a Chevy on four wide tires But oh that boy he drives me wild He don't wear camo up in a tree, but that just means more time for me He may not be from Amarillo in a cowboy hat He's never been to Nashville, can change that Muddin' in the country, his car would never make it back Oh he may not drive a Chevy on four wide tires But oh that boy he drives me Oh that boy he drives me Oh that boy he drives me wild
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